A character's last day to live...

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Another fun hypothetical question! Take a character, any one of your characters. It can be one that HAS been in this situation or you can make up a situation where it would happened. Every person handles death in a different way, especially when it's their own.

Your character KNOWS they are about to die. It's going to be their last day alive. What are they thinking? What do they do with their last hours? How are they going to die?

I was thinking about this the other day... But not for any of my characters but for myself. I would TOTALLY hijack a car and start a high speed car chase. If I'm going, I'm going out with a bang and some fame!

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So, these are notes on things I've been developing for a while, just forgot to post them. These feel a bit rushed to me, so I may come back and improve them later:

Sancta Sanctorum:

The GOC's equivalent of a CIA Blacksite. A Sanctum Sanctorum consists of guarded weapons caches, supplies, and other resources GOC members require. Frequently these buildings take up an entire floor of a building, or a townhouse, and consists of an armory, a library of magical tomes, a small command center, and supplies storage.

There are currently three known Sancta Sanctorum on Ash:
One underneath the PSYCHE division office that is used as a shelter for important personnel and storage of important supplies.
One located in the Outer City which is used to collect soldiers before they move into a battleground. It's also used as a place to hold soldiers and supplies during riots.
And one located in the Old City, which is used as a Forward Operating Base by GOC Troops out in the field. It is also used as a temporary shelter and hospital for the wounded who can't return to Charon itself.

The subway:

The mostly-abandoned Subway system of Charon. While parts of it are abandoned, other parts are used in a similar manner to London's Tube during the Blitzkrieg as shelters and other resources, and the Red Line is used as an underground troop transport to deploy troops and deliver supplies to various places around the city quickly and covertly.

Vehicles:

A list of vehicles employed by Coalition, UN, and local forces:

Security VTOL:

A small VTOL employed for short distance jumps or for security patrols. Unarmed apart from whatever weapons the crew takes on board, it can carry three people and their equipment plus a pilot. Usually used for police patrols, rescue missions within Charon, and short transports of VIPs between locations.

Patrol Mech:

Operated via a drone, but with the ability to be manned. Mechs are used in heavy-duty patrols of places like The Old City, Riot Control situations, and environments too hazardous for human space. The mechs have miniguns for large encounters, and a smaller, semi-auto .50 cal rifle for more personal encounters. Contains arms that it can use to remove debris or pick up objects for study.

Vertibird:

The Brotherhood's main transport. Heavy duty and armed with a minigun, the Vertibirds can withstand nearly anything thrown at it. Used to deliver and/or pick up troops and supplies into combat zones, as well as air support. The Vertibird has proven useful on Ash just like it did back home in Fallout Alpha.

Power Armor:

The main protection of Brotherhood provided Sword Forces. Power Armor is solidly built to withstand radiation, falls, and enemy attacks. Power Armor is used in environments where a mech can't be used, but the environment is still too dangerous to a regular soldier.

UN Vehicles:

The UN Logistics Division utilizes many different vehicles in order to get the troops and equipment to those who need it. Planes and shuttles are used to transport items from off-world locations to the airfield, as well as to drop supplies into combat zones on the planet. Tanks and armored vehicles are used in supply convoys to transport that supplies between the airfield and the city itself.

My character Tempestus was caught in a whirlwind caused by a 'teammate'. The teammate was trying to take a tiny tiny jewel Tempestus had just found, claiming that he deserved it. Seeing the end was nigh, and not wishing to let the jewel fall into his forme friend's hands, he simply swallowed it. But instead of dying, he ascended to godhood. Turns out the jewel was the last remaining fragment of one of the original deities of the realm.

I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That walk up my long board and hang off the nose

I suppose
The need to focus never arose
So something like a Swiss army knife
That's my life
Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine
The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me
Breaking free, breaking free

Cause I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a bartender's ear and beachcomber's style
Piratical nerve and a Vaudevillian style

I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck
With all hands spread all over the deck
What the heck
Then some kind of obscene and unscrupulous mind
Began to pick up what he could find
Added ice, shook me twice, rolled the dice

Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
A sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a native tongue from way down south
It sits in the cheek of my gulf coastal mouth

I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose

**Powers:

Empathetic connection- Not actually his power, but the connection he has with Starr because of her power. Starr and Mac can feel each others presence, location, and emotions from many miles apart.

** Skills

Musician
Actor
Sailor
Private pilot
Aspiring writer

**Background:

Born the grandson of a sailor and the son of a banker, Macauley Jeanpaul Beveman suffered from what his family called “over sensitivity”. The bottom line was that he could not adapt to his father's ways or preferred paths for Mac's life. He never cared to deal with numbers, he was too free-spirited for military work, too lazy for hard work, and too interested in the human condition to be bothered to think about anything else much. He was more like his grandfather, and would spend all the time he could listening to the tales of the sea.

In his teenage years, Mac found music a great outlet. This, and to a certain extent acting and writing were the only things that came easy. After his grandfather's death, not being an achiever put a distance between him and the rest of his family. He turned to alcohol and even illegal drugs during the late teenage years, though it never brought him much trouble worse than a barfight after the one time he tried to rob a gas station.

He played the bar circuit throughout the southern united states and sometimes got acting work in Miami, where he lived with his cousin for a while. He had a life of just getting by, living from gig to gig. One day suddenly he came into a large amount of money. Though there was an investigation concerning Mac as a possible drug dealer, the charges never stuck and the money did. His life didn't change much with that money, as he didn't know what else to do with it other than pursue his acting and music.

In time, he played the slightly larger scenes of Gatlinburg, Branson, music festivals and the like.

Full success would come to him in the form of a tv deal. The TV deal brought his name before the public, leading to exposure and financial success for his music career as well. Financial success was not something he was well-equipped to deal with, as his attempts to live a more conventional life as a celebrity resulted in two divorces.

Television made his life comfortable, but was never creatively satisfying. It was draining. His two marriages and their romances were inspirations for his music, but so were his divorces. Contiuing to age throughout this part of his career, he became partly frustrated and partly poetic about his life as a sensitive outsider. Music became harder to write, inspiritation more rare. It was starting to feel old, starting to weary him. Mac needed something new in his life.

He was on his way to becoming a falling star until the night he saw a falling Star.

**Story:

"I was talking to my friend Desdemona a while back. She runs this space station and bake shop down near Boomtown. she told me that human beings are flawed individuals. The cosmic bakers
took us out of the oven a little too early. and that's the reason we're as crazy as we are and I believe it. Do you know what's crazier than that, friends and neighbors? We ain't the only ones."

Have you ever dreamed of losing everything just so you could start all over again? This is the story of a alien being who did just that. A lady who came crashing wildly into the Earth just to land on her feet and roll with the punches. Me, I'm the lucky guy who found what was left of her at the time and bring her back to health. By the time she recovered enough to communicate, I came to understand that she didn't know much. Not knowing who she was, not knowing where she was supposed to be going, not knowing where she's been. She looked like a shooting star coming down to Earth like that, so we decided to name her that. Starr. So now I don't know where my life is going either. She stays with me as we travel all over the world doing my performing jobs and changing latitudes and attitudes as we follow La Vie Dansante. So? Even the best navigators aren't quite sure where they're going until they get there and then they still aren't sure. There's only one thing we know for sure: indecision may or may not be our problem.

She's Starr, and I'm Mac Beveman. Welcome one and all to our story of Stars.

I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That walk up my long board and hang off the nose

I suppose
The need to focus never arose
So something like a Swiss army knife
That's my life
Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine
The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me
Breaking free, breaking free

Cause I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a bartender's ear and beachcomber's style
Piratical nerve and a Vaudevillian style

I suspect I died in some cosmic shipwreck
With all hands spread all over the deck
What the heck
Then some kind of obscene and unscrupulous mind
Began to pick up what he could find
Added ice, shook me twice, rolled the dice

Now I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
A sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a native tongue from way down south
It sits in the cheek of my gulf coastal mouth

I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That glide up my longboard and hang off the nose

**Powers:

Empathetic connection- Not actually his power, but the connection he has with Starr because of her power. Starr and Mac can feel each others presence, location, and emotions from many miles apart.

** Skills

Musician
Actor
Sailor
Private pilot
Aspiring writer

**Background:

Born the grandson of a sailor and the son of a banker, Macauley Jeanpaul Beveman suffered from what his family called “over sensitivity”. The bottom line was that he could not adapt to his father's ways or preferred paths for Mac's life. He never cared to deal with numbers, he was too free-spirited for military work, too lazy for hard work, and too interested in the human condition to be bothered to think about anything else much. He was more like his grandfather, and would spend all the time he could listening to the tales of the sea.

In his teenage years, Mac found music a great outlet. This, and to a certain extent acting and writing were the only things that came easy. After his grandfather's death, not being an achiever put a distance between him and the rest of his family. He turned to alcohol and even illegal drugs during the late teenage years, though it never brought him much trouble worse than a barfight after the one time he tried to rob a gas station.

He played the bar circuit throughout the southern united states and sometimes got acting work in Miami, where he lived with his cousin for a while. He had a life of just getting by, living from gig to gig. One day suddenly he came into a large amount of money. Though there was an investigation concerning Mac as a possible drug dealer, the charges never stuck and the money did. His life didn't change much with that money, as he didn't know what else to do with it other than pursue his acting and music.

In time, he played the slightly larger scenes of Gatlinburg, Branson, music festivals and the like.

Full success would come to him in the form of a tv deal. The TV deal brought his name before the public, leading to exposure and financial success for his music career as well. Financial success was not something he was well-equipped to deal with, as his attempts to live a more conventional life as a celebrity resulted in two divorces.

Television made his life comfortable, but was never creatively satisfying. It was draining. His two marriages and their romances were inspirations for his music, but so were his divorces. Contiuing to age throughout this part of his career, he became partly frustrated and partly poetic about his life as a sensitive outsider. Music became harder to write, inspiritation more rare. It was starting to feel old, starting to weary him. Mac needed something new in his life.

He was on his way to becoming a falling star until the night he saw a falling Star.

**Story:

"I was talking to my friend Desdemona a while back. She runs this space station and bake shop down near Boomtown. she told me that human beings are flawed individuals. The cosmic bakers
took us out of the oven a little too early. and that's the reason we're as crazy as we are and I believe it. Do you know what's crazier than that, friends and neighbors? We ain't the only ones."

Have you ever dreamed of losing everything just so you could start all over again? This is the story of a alien being who did just that. A lady who came crashing wildly into the Earth just to land on her feet and roll with the punches. Me, I'm the lucky guy who found what was left of her at the time and bring her back to health. By the time she recovered enough to communicate, I came to understand that she didn't know much. Not knowing who she was, not knowing where she was supposed to be going, not knowing where she's been. She looked like a shooting star coming down to Earth like that, so we decided to name her that. Starr. So now I don't know where my life is going either. She stays with me as we travel all over the world doing my performing jobs and changing latitudes and attitudes as we follow La Vie Dansante. So? Even the best navigators aren't quite sure where they're going until they get there and then they still aren't sure. There's only one thing we know for sure: indecision may or may not be our problem.

She's Starr, and I'm Mac Beveman. Welcome one and all to our story of Stars.

Actually in the strange marvel power grid setup, Energy Projection of 1 is "none" so just fix that and he'll be approved, and not considered an additional character due to the sort of near symbiotic relationship he'll have with Starr

Approved once the change is completed. Please repost both Starr and Mac in the approved character thread.

Instinctively passive unless the story needs a push. I adapt as needed.

Favorite Genres:

SciFi, Fantasy, Modern, Twist Genres.

Genre You DON'T Like:

Mature, Horror (with rare exceptions)

Mhmm... That's really interesting. I've never thought of that before.

I'm thinking, half of my characters are the type that would burst into tears && misery if they found out they were going to die today. The other half, well, they might go running around the world doing all sorts of crazy things to make the most of their lives.

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